On the boundless sea, small fishing boats sank and floated, heading towards the direction of the New World.

According to the captain of the fishing boat, Boss Song told Zuo Zhicheng that when he got on the fishing boat, he was not far from the direction of the New World. At this time, the fishing boat embarked on its return journey and would probably arrive at the New Land Port this afternoon.

It was one of the port cities built by Daqi in the New World.

On the deck, Zuo Qingcang stood on the edge of the boat, stretched out the homemade fishing rod in his hand, and it turned out to be fishing.

Xiaolan, who was standing beside her, was lying on the railing of the boat, dragging her pink cheeks, looking at Zuo Zhicheng with curiosity.

"Brother Zuo, haven't you caught it yet?"

"Brother Zuo, the sun is so strong today. Are you not hot? I'll help you wipe your sweat."

"Brother Zuo, are you thirsty? I'll bring you a bowl of water."

The innocent girl was like a chirping bird, constantly surrounding Zuo Zhicheng, saying words from time to time. Her long wheat-colored legs released her youth in a free manner under the sunlight, making the other crew members on the deck turn their heads.

Zuo Zhicheng, who was stared at, had no reaction. His eyes were just staring at the fishing rod. Every time he answered the girl, it was just a simple thing. Well, oh, okay, etc. The crew members bent their chests and stamped their feet, and they wanted to replace him by themselves.

A sailor in his twenties stared at Xiaolan's waist, thighs, his eyes radiating, and he was focused.

A slap hit his head directly, and the bearded man, namely, Boss Song, cursed: "Where are you looking at your grandma? Why don't you go to work quickly?"

The crew members scattered and were driven away by Boss Song in an instant. But after the crew members left, Boss Song looked at Xiaolan, touched his beard in distress, and said discouragedly: "Damn, I'm not so good to me, and I have never helped me sweat."

A short middle-aged man came over and laughed in a low voice, "Old Song, a woman is not a big one." This is the second in command of the ship, Lao Xing.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Boss Song spitted and walked into the cabin with an upset face: "What's the point of a one-eyed dragon?"

Zuo Zhicheng on the other side seemed to feel the troubles of Boss Song as his father, and he only focused on his fishing rod from beginning to end.

In fact, he was not fishing, but practicing martial arts. After all, the fishing boat is too small and it is difficult to hide anything from others. So Zuo Zhicheng has always placed two secret books in close proximity, and has never taken them out to read them once. He has never shown his martial arts in public.

So now he is just practicing martial arts by fishing. The fishing rod in his hand continues to vibrate with the shaking of his muscles, slowly circulating his innate qi, relying on the vibration of his muscles in his body to push, to unblock the blood and strengthen his body.

As for whether he could catch fish, it was secondary to him.

While exercising, Zuo Zhicheng thought about his plans.

‘After changing his name, he still needs to create an identity well.’ With rich experience in spying, he naturally knows the importance of forging an identity, and it’s not just about changing a name.

‘This martial arts requires a little origin.’ If you are a canonized Taoist priest, you can instantly see Zuo Zhicheng’s strength. However, a canonized Taoist priest, or a Taoist priest who can perform Taoism, is too far away for ordinary people. Just like Liu Zhicheng before, Taoism is just a legend to them.

In the world of ordinary people, the possibility of meeting Taoist priests is too low.

So Zuo Zhicheng's consideration was to not be a public figure and hide it in a familiar lower-level circle.

‘You can’t expose all your martial arts, but you can show it a little bit. Maybe you can find a martial arts school and learn some fist and foot skills as a cover-up.’

‘There is also Taoist technique. If you want to fight against Mirage Sect, Taoist technique is very important.’ Thinking of the methods used by Mirage Sect in the ancient tomb and the magical powers that have not died for two thousand years, Zuo Zhicheng felt a little pressure.

The four realms of Taoist cultivation: the Life Refining Cluster, the Heavenly Palace, the Star River, and the Golden Bridge. Zuo Zhicheng only knew that the Mirage Sect must be above the Life Refining Cluster, but he didn't know which level it was above. After all, the old man who taught him Taoist knowledge was only the Life Refining Cluster.

The practice of martial arts, training spirit, and training emptiness, unless it is a close-range battle, sneak attack, or if you want to fight against the Mirage Sect head-on, you may have to achieve the legendary practice emptiness and possess the so-called power of magic. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to just rely on your flesh and blood to fight against Taoism.

‘We have to find a way first, to test whether my life is still there. We also have to find a place to learn ancient characters. If the night sea is still there, practicing Taoism will also require a lot of money.’

It naturally requires money to practice Taoism. Just various Taoist materials, props, venues, and tools are all money. After all, the current world is not a modern society in the previous life, with limited productivity, and many special elements, ores, etc. are expensive.

Not only did you practice Taoism, Zuo Zhicheng no longer had a short spirit to eat. If you want to practice martial arts, you will also consume a lot of money in this aspect.

There is also learning ancient characters. In this era, more than 70% of people in Daqi were illiterate. It can be imagined that if he wanted to hire a teacher to teach him how to learn ancient characters, it would naturally cost a lot of money.

‘Money must also be accumulated in secret and cannot be exposed too early to attract the attention of Daqi or Mirage Sect.’

Just as Zuo Zhicheng was thinking about this, the crew members on the side suddenly started to shout loudly, constantly pointing at the sea in the north.

Zuo Zhicheng followed their eyes and saw the black shadow on the sea.

It was a big ship twice as big as a fishing boat. There was a black dragon flag hanging on the ship. The flag fluttered in the wind. The black dragon above seemed to come alive, revealing a ferocious aura.

When I saw the flag, the atmosphere on the boat changed suddenly.

A middle-aged sailor said with a worried look: "I'm in trouble, it's from the Hailong Gang."

Another said, "It's okay, we have all given filial piety, and they shouldn't make things difficult for us."

"Damn, these hungry wolves will never be able to feed them." A young man said angrily.

"What are you talking nonsense? Don't you be afraid of being heard by others." The short middle-aged sailor next to him, the old Xing, who had talked to Boss Song before, said: "I'll be smart when I come later. I know that the people from the Hailong Gang are not easy to mess with, so don't be heroes. Have you forgotten the floating corpse in the Yongding River last month?"
Chapter completed!